Trace frowns, not wanting to deal with this. “I recalled she had a high history of seeing doctors, and a lot of prescriptions.”
I shudder at how he knew this but never told me. Or did I ignore that part of his report at the time? How much did I have going on if that detail went over my head? I’m furious that I walked into Fallon’s life blind.
Rubbing my eyes, I say, “Aye. When I brought her back to her flat, I sawdozensof pill bottles, Trace. Anti-psychotic stuff and sedatives.”
My brother rubs his chin. “I don’t want to downplay it, but plenty of people are on all kinds of shite.”
I let him drop it if he doesn’t know anything devastating about why she’s on all that medication. No need to make him worry. If I hint that she’s unstable, he will take the matter out of my hands.
There is still a risk, but I will deal with it. I will deal with her. Protect her. Do anything that will keep her and me safe.
My brother studies me. “Do you want me to dig further into her?”
“No,” I bite out quickly.
“You sure?”
“Positive,” I lie, watching Blade and Jett waiting in the hall for the cleaners to arrive and get this damn body out of my flat.
“Be careful, dosser.” Trace hugs me and leaves, but throws one last warning glance at me before disappearing out my front door.
“Aye,” I say, more to myself because my brain is ringing like a fire alarm.
Witnesses are either killed or legally eliminated. Like through marriage. If it were a matter of life and death, or freedom or incarceration, I’d say some useless vows to a woman who could destroy me.
I won’t put Fallon through something like that. I don’t think she can mentally handle it. She thinks I’m her boyfriend, but I’m not sure she wants me to be her husband. Especially afterhearingme kill someone.
My pulse spikes, thinking back to how delicately Fallon smiled even while I shoved her under a blanket to drive a machete through a man’s skull. A weaponhebrought to my flat to kill me. I would have just snapped his neck.
Fallon is not just a witness. She’s a complication I can’t kill.
And I’m falling for her.
Chapter 17
Fallon
Iwake up, not sure how I got under my covers. Nude from the waist up. Terror rushes through me, and I reach for the baseball bat I keep under the bed.
“Kosta?” I call out, eyes scanning the entire apartment.
I’m glad it’s one room. No one can hide somewhere and jump out to hurt me.
Like a sharp gust of wind, it all comes back to me.
The man in Rhys’s apartment with a large knife. Rhys killing him. The coppery stench clinging to the back of my throat, like pennies shoved in my mouth.
That part keeps snagging in my mind. Rhys standing over the body and making eye contact with me. The way he looked at me.
A knock on the apartment door startles me.
“One second,” I call out and scramble out of bed.
I don’t get a few steps before I realize I have to put clothes on.
“Fallon,” Rhys calls out from the hall. “Are you all right?”
“Right as rain,” I say, going through the stacked drawers in my walk-in closet. “Good as gold.” After sniffing my armpits, I add, “Fresh as a daisy.”
